Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

Only then did the surrounding crowd seem to have had a play button pressed.

The quiet crowd erupted into a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

The emotions among the crowd evolved from initial shock and fear to suppressed excitement and exhilaration.

Watching the bully who usually swaggered around and oppressed the kind people get beaten up and have his teeth knocked out, the feeling of finally getting revenge after being suppressed for so long exploded completely in silence.

Many people clenched their fists, staring with admiration at the blue figure in the arena who resembled a god of war.

"My God! Did you see that? That guy single-handedly took down the entire Black Fish Gang!"

"That was too fast! I didn't even see how he moved!"

"A master! Absolutely a master!"

"Serves them right! They let the Black Fish Gang run rampant! They've bitten off more than they can chew!"

"This young lady is so lucky to have married such a remarkable man!"

More and more admiring gazes surrounded them like a tide.

Hu Yidao also came to his senses, wiping the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead without him noticing. His gaze towards Ping An completely changed. "Goodness... Lin Dapang, this man... is something else..."

Lin Xiuer, however, seemed to be detached from the matter.

Like a puppet manipulated by invisible threads, she mechanically tidied up the bottles and jars on the cart under Ping An's soft guidance.

Then, supporting the man who looked so weak he seemed about to faint at any moment, she pushed the cart with difficulty with the other hand.

Ping An leaned most of his weight on her, his breath lightly brushing against her neck, his arm seemingly limply supporting her, but actually very steady.

"Wife, slow down... I'm dizzy..."

"I'll take the money box, don't worry..."

"Go this way, there are fewer people..."

He spoke softly, his tone gentle.

Lin Xiuer gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Just as he said, step by step, under the spotlight of countless eyes, like a lucky person dragging a heavy burden, or like a bewildered person who was "rescued by a hero," he slowly left the vegetable market that had just experienced a storm.

Lin Xiuer stopped pushing her cart only after turning into a quiet alley, where the noise behind her was blocked by the walls.

The alley was deep and dimly lit.

Lin Xiuer pushed away Ping An's hand that was on her shoulder, turned around and stared at his face, which was more beautiful than Pan An and more handsome than Yan Zu.

The man's features were exquisite, every part of him perfectly proportioned, truly a masterpiece of the Creator.

But at this moment, this masterpiece of the Creator's skill seemed to her like a perfect yet dangerous trap.

Especially his eyes, deep and calm, even with a gentle smile in them, were looking at her with composure.

But this gentle smile, in the eyes of Lin Xiuer, whose mind was racing and who was still in shock, became the composure of someone who had seen through everything and was in control of the situation.

It is the hunter watching with great interest as his prey struggles in the net.

Her mind replayed the scene from the execution ground uncontrollably: the jujube stick flying through the air, the ghostly speed, the overwhelming power...

Then compare this to the "patient" in front of her, clutching his chest and complaining of dizziness, needing her support...

The contrast is too great, too shocking!

A crystal-clear realization struck her: this man was definitely not an ordinary person! Amnesia? He might just be faking it!

He must have some ulterior motive for staying by her side! Yes, that must be it.

And she, incredibly bold as ever, lied to him, claiming he was her husband, and even took his precious knife and his money...

It's over! It's all over!

If he doesn't settle all his scores with her now, she might be silenced as soon as she gets home!

Extreme fear gripped her instantly. The thought of her elderly mother and young child at home made Lin Xiuer's knees buckle, and she knelt down with a "thud".

With his hands clasped together and his mouth moving faster than his brain, he pleaded incoherently, "Daddy! Let me explain! Oh no—!"

She suddenly realized what she had said, and her tongue got tied in knots. She quickly tried to correct herself, but the more anxious she became, the less her mouth would obey her commands.

"Let me tell you a story... Ugh! Let me explain! I really didn't mean to!"

Ping An was taken aback by her sudden action and confused address, and the "weakness" on her face froze for a moment.

He quickly stepped forward, bent down to help her arm, and said with a tone full of surprise and helplessness, "Why is my wife performing such a grand gesture? Please get up!"

He originally thought she would look at him with admiration, surprise, or fear, just like everyone else.

After all, he himself hadn't expected to be so skilled, but he had indeed dealt with those annoying flies.

He himself was surprised at how he used those moves; it was as if instinct, ingrained in his bones, flowed out naturally in the critical moment.

Even he himself wasn't quite sure what was going on.

But as long as he can protect her and this home that gives him warmth and peace of mind, that's enough.

He was even prepared to answer her questions about his skills and his past.

But to his utter surprise, instead of praise or questions, he was met with her suddenly deathly pale face and this unexpected kneeling!

And those words he couldn't understand at all—

What does "Daddy" mean? "Solution"? "Explanation"? He didn't know what she was trying to say.

Ping An's heart tightened at her overreaction. The pride he felt from instinctively displaying his skills, as well as the hidden dangers he hadn't even considered, were instantly overshadowed by his worry for his wife.

He helped Lin Xiuer up and felt her body trembling slightly, which deepened his doubts.

Was she afraid? Afraid of him? But he was her husband, why would she be afraid of him?

Lin Xiuer was half-supported and half-dragged up by him. Her legs were still weak, and she only managed to stay upright because he supported her with his arms.

She didn't dare look him in the eye, her head lowered, her voice trembling as she continued the explanation she hadn't finished.

"You, you have to believe me, I really didn't mean to lie to you. At the time, I just couldn't think of a better way..."

Ping An supported her, listening to her incoherent and panicked confession, and frowned.

"You're lying to me?"

He repeated, his gaze falling on her pale face, "What did my wife lie to me about?"

He paused, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes darkened slightly. Could it be that what she said after he lost his memory was not the whole truth?

He recalled the aloofness and occasional embarrassment in her eyes when he first woke up, and the flicker in her eyes when she talked about the past.

And then there's her refusal to sleep in the same bed with him, and last night she said she wouldn't let him touch her, combined with her current panicked, guilty-looking kneeling on the ground...

A wildly fearful guess surfaced in his mind.

Thinking of this, his gaze darkened slightly, and he tightened his grip on her arm a little. His voice was filled with hurt, questioning, and inquiry, and his eyes were fixed on her flustered eyes.

"What did my wife lie to me about?" He paused, as if he were struggling to speak, his tone hoarse.

"Could it be... that besides her gambling debts and mistreatment of me and Xiaobao, my wife is hiding something else from me?"

"Could it be that, my wife, you... have another man outside?"